The Untold Tale of Sam
Round 1
The boat ride over from the main land had been long and mostly boring for the well-dressed golden hamster, known as Samuel Hempwick. Though it had allowed him time to listen in on the others talk, He didn't bother much to make small talk with them, they all largely seemed to be lower class and not really worth his time. He wasn't a snob to them but he didn't try to reach out to them either. If they chatted with him he was at least pleasant to them and politely excused himself at first convenient opportunities. This contest was going to be hard enough for a pretty boy like him without forming connections to people he'd just have to remove from play.
He was mostly happy to be off the boat once they arrived, Though he had to admit to himself he was a bit unnerved as he looked around at the dock that looked more like a fortress then any dock he'd ever seen. There were at least a dozen others that seemed much more unnerved about here then he was once they saw the fortifications around the dock with all the turrets and armed guards. What little nerve they did have was completely drained as speech detailing the tournament and what is to be expected starts. Sam didn't pay too much attention to it, he knew what was on the line, and didn't really care about the monetary reward. This was about proving something to his family and friends.
After the speech concluded, those that had lost all nerve or didn't want to be here in the first place had started a 'tactical advance in the opposite direction'. Of those that caught his eye were a boar that from what he remembered did some kind of modeling, a strangely mustachioed dog, a slender red panda that was almost as good looking as he was, and a rather obnoxious bison that he had the displeasure of running into on the boat. There chances at trying to get back to the boat however are cut short as the guards open fire on the group before they close to the boat again.
He smoothed out his pressed black suit, and the reached into his pocket and pulled out his 'lucky' coin. He had it specially minted for these games, and was based on the traditional 'double headed' coin that many considered lucky, but instead it had the image of a fox's rear engraved on both sides. A 'double tailed' coin. He had scratched out one side, something he'd seen in some insipid movie about a bat or something. Not being the malicious sort he wasn't going to hunt down people, though he did want a shot at that jock. Instead, he was going to leave it up to luck. Of course he eyes the bison first and flips the coin. Damn, clean side up. Next, the dog. A flip and again it lands clean side up. Looking from the Red Panda to the Boar, he decides to test the luck of the boar first as part of him couldn't bare the thought of ending the wah's manhood since he was so sexy. With a third flip, the boar's luck ends as the scared side lands upwards.
'Well I have my who, now I just need my how...' The androgynous hamster thought to himself, he really wasn't a violent person nor would he have any skill yet to do what needs to be done. He goes over several ideas in his mind as he makes his way down to the beach, That's when he spotted him, a thylacine doctor from the ship, he was here because he had a record for malpractice suits because he got 'into' his work. He'd been in the news several times. He would be as good a tool as any. He walked over to him slowly.
"What's up, Doc?" Sam asks with a slight chuckle. .
The stripped marsupial narrows his eyes a bit as he looks to the hamster. "Yes, what is it?" He asks tersely.
"Blunt, aren't you? Alright Dr. Bundy, I'll get to the point. I've no skills when it comes to... removing the low hanging fruits. You being a doctor, would have more intimate knowledge. I figure you could help me, least once. I show you a prime target, you do your work, and win or lose when we get off the island I'll pay you. Should help with any future lawsuits you get into."
Dr Bundy looks over the effeminate golden hamster, if it wasn't for the voice, he'd almost think Sam was a girl. "And why shouldn't I just finish you, instead? You seem to be half way there already."
"Because I am not a threat, there are much more dangerous targets. Surely a better prey for you and your skills. As far as this contest is concerned, I'm beneath you. While it could come down to me and you eventually, you should save someone like me that wouldn't put much of a fight in later rounds when we are likely more exhausted. Surely you can see the logic in that?"
"Yes, I suppose you are right. Fine, I'll help you with your target this once."
Sam smiles. "Good, he headed towards the city, A nice big boar, who will have even nicer trophies." Sam chuckles and leads the 'good' doctor into town.
Sometime later in the costal city, the pair had set up shop in an abandoned butcher shop. Sam had tried to convince the Doctor to use the hospital, but Dr. Bundy had come to get away from those trappings and wanted something different. In the end, it didn't matter too much where this was done as long as the boar ended up on the chopping block instead of him.
While the 'good' Doctor got things set up, it was Sam's job to lure Mr. Steerman in. Sam wasn't sure he wanted to watch Dr. Bundy set up anyway. There was a look in the Thylacine's eye that seriously unnerved the hamster, and the farther away he was the better. Part of him questioned this little team up but once again ended up focusing on 'as long as its not me'.
Sam soon spotted his target, he never cared for boars. They were always ugly disgusting things, that looked like they had intelligence scores in the negative numbers and no care about their appearances being lard asses through and through. As Sam approached he realized this one was different. This one actually seemed to care for his appearance, he seemed to work out and was kind of buff and rather sexy despite his ruggedness and lacked that 'cave fur' look that the rest of his species tended to have. He almost regretted that the boar would be gelded soon, almost.
"Uh... H-hello there..." Sam says, trying to sound meek and nervous. "I-I seen you were trying to escape earlier..."
"Yeah, this wasn't my idea of how to spend a weekend..." Matther says rubbing the back of his head. "I knew I shoulda taken that left back at Albuquerque." The boar adds with a playful chuckle. "I suppose you want my balls?"
"Ah... no..." Sam says backing away and looking wide-eyed at the thought. "I-I don't want to be here any more then you do! My father sent me here cause he thought it'd toughen me up! Yeah, great idea... Either I go back a man, or I go back a eunuch. Way to toughen me up dad..." Sam grumbles as he looks down. "I-I was thinking that maybe we could like... team up... I found a place to hide out, someone no one would think to look for us. We could, like, hide out till the end. Maybe we could tie. I don't need the money anyway... You could have it and we both get away intact!"
Matther seems to think it over a moment. "Alright, you don't seem to be very dangerous anyway. I suppose I could just easily over power you if you were to try anything..."
Sam smiles and nods "Alright, follow me!" He replies and starts to head back to the butcher shop.
"Why are we going into that Butcher's shop?" Matther's ask curiously and a bit nervously.
"Well for one, its got plenty of knives and food, So we don't need to venture out to eat and we got weapons to defend ourselves. Plus, who would ever think to look for people inside a butcher shop, with all those cutting utensils, ready to be used? Sam replies, having already prepared for that question.
"Ah, alright then. I guess I can't fault that logic too much." The boar replies, maybe not quite as smart as he looks or maybe his fear is over powering his logic centers.
The pair slowly walk into the seemingly deserted butcher's shop, the boar looking around some when Sam pipes up. "You check out the back room, while I check up front alright?"
"Oh, sure. Anything to get this done quicker." Matther replies and figures no one will see him in the back, leaving the hamster vulnerable. He wasn't going to hurt Sam, but at the same time he'd just met him and wasn't about to protect him over his own jewels.
Its only a few moments after the boar disappears behind the large double doors that he call out for help. "SAM! THERE'S SOMEONE BACK HERE! HELP!" He cries out over the din of the him struggling with the Thylacine.
"I'll be right there!" Sam replies and picks up a decent sized metal meat tenderizer and rushes into the back room.
"Oh thank god yo--" Matther starts but is soon cut off as he falls unconscious as the Hamster bashes him in the back of the head with the meat tenderizer.
"My, you can be rather vicious when you want." Dr. Bundy replies as he looks to the hamster with the bloody meat tenderizer.
"I hit him harder then I planned to. Hopefully he'll be okay. Well, as okay as he can be considering what he'll wake up to. Don't want him bran damaged on top of it." Sam says as he tosses the weapon to the ground and helps the Doctor get the boar up on the large chopping block.
"Yes... I'm sure you did..." The doctor says with more then a hint of disbelief as he begins to cut away the boar's pants and undergarment to reveal his shaved package. A nice thick pork sausage and those large swollen nuts that are restrained and weighed down by a large steel ring. "Ah, nice it looks like he's already prepped for surgery." The doc says with a cruel laugh.
"Seems like he's rather pent up. I bet he's gonna regret that later. Anyway, I'm uh... kinda squeamish about blood... So if you don't mind I am going to sit the rest of this out." Sam replies as he starts to turn away.
"Indeed, I prefer to work alone anyway. And you're sure about the procedure you want for him, right? Not that it matters to me, but since your paying I might as well get it right."
"Yes, just as we discussed. You can keep the ring. I looks like it might be worth something, so consider it a tip."
"As you wish Mr. Hempwick." Dr. Bundy says as he starts work as Sam walks to an upstairs apartment to see what he can loot in the meantime.
It is dusk when the operation is over, and the pair had gone their separate ways. The doctor had his 'down payment' of the boar's cock ring and preserved nuts, while Sam got the boar's cock, erect and carefully preserved. A true sign that the boar will never be male again, no chance for neuticles to look normal or artificial hormones to maintain vitality. Manhood was truly over for the boar. But the hamster wasn't without some compassion. Not that Matther would likely ever see it that way.
Sam watched from the wooden doors as the boar awoken from what happened. He was of course groggy and struggled in the darkened kitchen, trying to remember the events before he blacked out. "S-Sam... y-you bastard..." Matther mutters under his breathe, he'd lost too much blood to be active.
"No, I assure you my parents were both married long before I was born." Sam replies calmly. "It was you or me. You'd have done the same, don't lie. I 'convinced' him to be nice to you. While you are no longer male, you will still have a career modeling underwear. As long as you don't mind panties or thongs." The hamster replies with a slight chuckle. "You know have a vagina between your legs. Should be at least mostly functional and looks real enough that I doubt anyone would know... well they wouldn't if you ever decided to go the rest of the way. So hopefully you can still enjoy yourself once you recover.
"I'll let the guards at the dock know about you. I really hope you bare me no ill will, though I'm sure you will. I at least looked after you till now to make sure you recovered. Despite my outwards personality; I'm not really the heartless upperclassman that I seem on the surface. But I really do have something to prove, and I simply can't let anyone stand in my way. I'm sure you understand. Have a nice life Mr. Steerman." Sam replies as he walks out of the Butcher's shop leaving the boar alone to his fate...
Round 2:
The effeminate golden hamster known as Samuel Hempwick has finally finished gathering supplies for any possible situations he can think of, carrying them in outdoors backpack that looked very out of character for someone that looks like they've never been camping in their life. He pauses to straighten out his expensive custom-made black suit which had become slightly ruffled from exploring the old town. When he is sure he is finished he makes his way out of town through what seems like the main road.
On the edge of town he spots the unmistakable sight of a Ferris wheel looming over the treetops. An amusement park. 'I guess I should see if it is still amusing while this contest is going on.' He thinks to himself and started to make his way there.
It has been awhile since he had last went to an amusement park, the past few years his father had had him occupied with his plans for Samuel's future. That fat overbearing control-freak has ruled his life for much of a decade. Part of the reason he has joined this contest was to get away from that bastard. What better way to show you are your own man then taking the manhood away from others?
It isn't too long of a walk till he gets to the amusement park. He looks around and sees a small collection of people, including the Thylacine doctor that had helped him in the city to give a 'new life' to one of the minor contestants, turning him into a 'cuntboi' to use the more vulgar vernacular. He decides to keep to his deal of paying off the Doctor and avoiding him for the time being. He also notices that annoying Bison he spotted earlier that he wants to nut. Someone that pig-headed and narrow-minded didn't need to procreate anyway, it would just continue to dumb down the general population. The only other one he spies in the park is a prairie dog, that has a camera with him. Some kind of reporter if he recalls correctly from the profiles, Jules Quagboggin if he's not mistaken. Sam pulls out his trusty double-tailed scarred coin, and flips it to determine the fate of the one he will remove from play. Catching it, it seems that luck once more favors the stupid, and the Bison escapes his grasp once more. No time to dwell on it though, he has to give the reporter the story of his life time.
The androgynous Hamster makes his way over to where the reporter is standing; he seems to be looking over an old 'test your might' machine, the kind with the large heavy sledge hammers to try to ring a bell. This is going to be too easy. The who, where, and how are already set up for him. Now he just needs a why.
He goes over in his mind of various ways he can do it, there are a few flowers that could cause temporary paralysis if used right, and they are easy to find as they've overgrown from the jungle, but he didn't have the time nor set up to make an effective use of it. Or he can do once more of playing the scared innocent boy that doesn't want to be here like how he lured in his last prey... but really he doesn't want to repeat himself so soon. Might as well just go with a more direct approach and get this over with. Violence isn't really in his nature, so best to handle these matters quickly.
First a bit of distraction. "Look behind you! A three-headed monkey!" Sam says in mock surprise as he points to the dense jungle foliage behind the prairie dog.
"Huh? Really? Finding a new species could..." Jules replies eagerly and turns his back on the boy. Sam doesn't have long as he can almost see the light bulb appearing over the reporter's head. "Wait... I know this gag..." He replies as Samuel creeps up from behind and before the reporter can turn around Samuel clocks him with the bloody silver hammer he had used to knock his last victim out. So much for not repeating himself so soon.
Sam leans down and drags the unconscious reporter over to the game and begins to quickly undo Jules' pants and remove them as well as any underclothing. He looks around for something to use to tie him up with, when he spots a rope laying with reporter's gear. "Once again, I seem to have all the luck." He chuckles to himself and begins to intricately bind the poor man to the game, using a series of knots he learned about on some various fetish websites.
When Sam finishes with that he sets up the Camera and plugs it into a nearby plug, while the island was abandoned, it still had power as he had seen in the city. "Can't have you miss the big finale to your story Mr. Quagboggin." Sam says to himself as he sets up the shot and begins recording.
"Greetings World, this is Samuel Hempwick reporter directly from Charnage Productions' Last Man Standing competition on... well whatever the hell this island is named. Your regularly scheduled reporter Jules Quagboggin can't be with you, because as you can see he's a little... tied up at the moment. I figure that since he came all this way to cover the contest it would be a shame if he doesn't get his own story on tape. As you can see, he's tied to a "Test your might' game and we shall see just how mighty Mr. Quagboggin's nuts really are." Sam says as he introduces himself to the viewing audience at home.
The would-be reporter makes his way over to the game and picks up the traditional mallet that it is played with. Those watching may think he is putting on a show of trying to lift it, but truth is he is really not that strong. Samuel finally lifts it and staggers backwards some. "My, this does weigh quite a bit. They truly don't make these games like they used to!" Sam replies with a gleeful laugh, he is starting to enjoy the rush of all this. It was clearly a mistake to let the Doctor handle the last victim, but now he sees the power in it.
"Lets see, how does that song go again? Oh yeah, I thinks it something like: Bang! Bang! Samuel's heavy mallet came down upon his nuts!" Samuel sings fairly decently, as he swings the giant mallet straight down onto the poor reporter's nuts; which brings the reporter back to life as his eyes light up with pain as he screams in an octave higher then what anyone might have expect from him.
Samuel isn't quite finished with him yet. He could feel those nuts trying to resist him, and just barely hanging on as they flatten and misshapen from the weight of the hammer coming down on them. He lifts up the hammer again, and continues to sing. "Bang! Bang! Samuel's heavy mallet made sure they were mush!" Once more the hammer comes down again on the flattened ruptured orbs, and once more the reporter sings out in pain, as his nuts rupture completely.
Samuel drops the hammer and walks over to the camera. "as you can see, this isn't a hoax. This is real brutality going on here. This is what your loved ones may be going through. For those with younger viewers, you may want them to turn away now." He says as he zooms in on the flattened mush filled sack that now rests under the prairie dog's sheath. "As you can clearly see, its completely flat, with nothing left alive inside. This is what's going to be left of everyone, maybe even me, when we leave this island. Innocence ruined, lives lost, and the end of the road for many males. And I'm sure most of you are getting off to this right now. Well... I don't blame you, this is quite a power rush! Goodbye from this hellish island, and goodnight!" With that he turns the camera off.
"That was more fun then it had any right being. Well thanks for being such a wonderful sport. Maybe this story will make your career! You may have no balls, but you'll have the guts to do anything for good story!" Samuel says with another gleeful laugh before he looks over to Jules, who is in no mood to talk having once more fainted due to the pain. At least in public place like this he'll be found soon and can get any medical attention he may need. Samuel quickly starts to gather his things no need to stay in one spot for too long less he becomes a victim himself.